Now,the meeting being accounted for,it is easy to understand that etiquette had been banished,as well as a great many women even of the highest rank,who were curious to know whether Camille Maupin's manly talent impaired her grace as a pretty woman,and to see,in a word,whether the trousers showed below her petticoats.After dinner till nine o'clock,when a collation was served,though the conversation had been gay and grave by turns,and constantly enlivened by Leon de Lora's sallies--for he is considered the most roguish wit of Paris to-day--and by the good taste which will surprise no one after the list of guests,literature had scarcely been mentioned.However,the butterfly flittings of this French tilting match were certain to come to it,were it only to flutter over this essentially French subject.
But before coming to the turn in the conversation which led the Consul-General to speak,it will not be out of place to give some account of him and his family.
This diplomate,a man of four-and-thirty,who had been married about six years,was the living portrait of Lord Byron.The familiarity of that face makes a deion of the Consul's unnecessary.It may,however,be noted that there was no affectation in his dreamy expression.Lord Byron was a poet,and the Consul was poetical;women know and recognize the difference,which explains without justifying some of their attachments.His handsome face,thrown into relief by a delightful nature,had captivated a Genoese heiress.A Genoese heiress!the expression might raise a smile at Genoa,where,in consequence of the inability of daughters to inherit,a woman is rarely rich;but Onorina Pedrotti,the only child of a banker without heirs male,was an exception.Notwithstanding all the flattering advances prompted by a spontaneous passion,the Consul-General had not seemed to wish to marry.Nevertheless,after living in the town for two years,and after certain steps taken by the Ambassador during his visits to the Genoese Court,the marriage was decided on.The young man withdrew his former refusal,less on account of the touching affection of Onorina Petrotti than by reason of an unknown incident,one of those crises of private life which are so instantly buried under the daily tide of interests that,at a subsequent date,the most natural actions seem inexplicable.
This involution of causes sometimes affects the most serious events of history.This,at any rate,was the opinion of the town of Genoa,where,to some women,the extreme reserve,the melancholy of the French Consul could be explained only by the word passion.It may be remarked,in passing,that women never complain of being the victims of a preference;they are very ready to immolate themselves for the common weal.Onorina Pedrotti,who might have hated the Consul if she had been altogether scorned,loved her /sposo/no less,and perhaps more,when she know that he had loved.Women allow precedence in love affairs.All is well if other women are in question.
A man is not a diplomate with impunity:the /sposo/was as secret as the grave--so secret that the merchants of Genoa chose to regard the young Consul's attitude as premeditated,and the heiress might perhaps have slipped through his fingers if he had not played his part of a love-sick /malade imaginaire/.If it was real,the women thought it too degrading to be believed.
Pedrotti's daughter gave him her love as a consolation;she lulled these unknown griefs in a cradle of tenderness and Italian caresses.
Il Signor Pedrotti had indeed no reason to complain of the choice to which he was driven by his beloved child.Powerful protectors in Paris watched over the young diplomate's fortunes.In accordance with a promise made by the Ambassador to the Consul-General's father-in-law,the young man was created Baron and Commander of the Legion of Honor.
Signor Pedrotti himself was made a Count by the King of Sardinia.
Onorina's dower was a million of francs.As to the fortune of the Casa Pedrotti,estimated at two millions,made in the corn trade,the young couple came into it within six months of their marriage,for the first and last Count Pedrotti died in January 183l.
Onorina Pedrotti is one of those beautiful Genoese women who,when they are beautiful,are the most magnificent creatures in Italy.
Michael Angelo took his models in Genoa for the tomb of Giuliano.
Hence the fulness and singular placing of the breast in the figures of Day and Night,which so many critics have thought exaggerated,but which is peculiar to the women of Liguria.A Genoese beauty is no longer to be found excepting under the mezzaro,as at Venice it is met with only under the /fazzioli/.This phenomenon is observed among all fallen nations.The noble type survives only among the populace,as after the burning of a town coins are found hidden in the ashes.And Onorina,an exception as regards her fortune,is no less an exceptional patrician beauty.Recall to mind the figure of Night which Michael Angelo has placed at the feet of the /Pensieroso/,dress her in modern garb,twist that long hair round the magnificent head,a little dark in complexion,set a spark of fire in those dreamy eyes,throw a scarf about the massive bosom,see the long dress,white,embroidered with flowers,imagine the statue sitting upright,with her arms folded like those of Mademoiselle Georges,and you will see before you the Consul's wife,with a boy of six,as handsome as a mother's desire,and a little girl of four on her knees,as beautiful as the type of childhood so laboriously sought out by the sculptor David to grace a tomb.
This beautiful family was the object of Camille's secret study.It struck Mademoiselle des Touches that the Consul looked rather too absent-minded for a perfectly happy man.
